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December 18 Relationship to God Bible Meditations
Based on 2John-3John-Jude
Key Verse– 2John 1:9 Whosoever transgresseth, and abideth not in the doctrine of Christ, hath not God. He that abideth in the doctrine of Christ, he hath both the Father and the Son.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY DOCTRINE SOURCE
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your truth’s setting
Thank You for enabling me to walk after Your commandments’ pointing
Along Your grace, mercy and love’s anointing---
Surely, I rejoice greatly in Your vibrant greeting.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your declaration’s confession
Thank You for pardoning me for my admitted transgression
Along Your goodness, hope and compassion---
Surely, I abide always in Your enlightening revelation.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your health-wellness’ prosperity
Thank You for leading me in my journey of Christian charity
Along Your principles, precepts and statutes’ authority---
Surely, I listen eagerly to Your promises with their certainty.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your fellowship’s fullness
Thank You for writing unto me Your salutation of graciousness
Along Your kindness, peace and joyfulness---
Surely, I follow Your steps with submissiveness.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your calling’s diligence
Thank You for rescuing me from slothfulness causing negligence
Along Your advice, counsel and admonition against pride’s resurgence---
Surely, I humble before Your altar with my obedience.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your eternity’s knowledge
Thank You for making me choose Your grants of service-privilege
Along Your instructions, guidance and direction I acknowledge---
Surely, I cling firmly to Your assurance devoid of any sacrilege.
Lord God, You are my doctrine Source upon Your work’s testament
Thank You for prodding me to make a difference against defilement
Along Your wisdom, holiness and faithfulness-bestowment---
Surely, I exalt Your name in my stewardship and discipleship’s fulfillment.
December 18, 2023
I remember it like yesterday
When the stick finally turned to blue
And I climbed back in bed, whispering:
“Love, our greatest desire has come true!”
Never have I felt so wonderful
Never sickness, just exultation
Those first fluttery kicks and movements
Like her first letter’s salutation.
My belly grew, but I didn’t mind
I had this precious cargo inside
And I dreamed of first words, steps and hugs
With emotions that changed like the tide.
Despite daydreams, I never could know
She exceeded all concepts of glee!
Long, thick, dark hair and eyes like the sky
I could never enough of her see.
She’s twenty-five now, a heart for all
As she fights for the down-trodden one
She never wants anyone in pain
Because she knows first-hand what it’s done.
See, my sweet girl has stage four cancer
Hair is gone, but those blue eyes still shine
We fight as a team, mommy and she
‘Cuz she’s always a baby of mine.
July 11, 2018
Ruby romance her with a silver stanza
Of purple passionate verses
Like you desire her hips her lips
To love you in entirety
Your heart mahogany and though human
Possesses flowers of love and powers above
Any green money dreams though
Money is a necessary evil
You can not really buy people
You may purchase their greed
But that’s not really what you need
You deserve authenticity’s amethyst admiration
Not a cheap purchased salutation
But don’t give and not receive
Don’t ask and yet never be giving
Courting her should be a dance
Whether waltz hip hop country or freelance
Will you feel and know instinctively
Where to put your hands
Mating celebrating selection is romance
After The Funeral
Tim had found his place after the party. Faring well in his urn he waited to be scattered. Compartmentalised, fragmented and united into two batches of memories.
Indian Ocean
Passionate love on beaches
Drift wood adventures
His friends and family celebrated his life. Lit a fire, gathered smoke and cherished what pastures had given them. Salutation, saltation and salt on sad skin. They rejoiced in ambivalent moments of loss and beginning. That was the easy bit. But Tim had always been eccentric and maybe the waves were too smooth on their own. Easy had not been his domain. Always up to challenges and arduous paths, het set a task even in death. ‘Go tell it on the mountain’.
Climb Mount Everest
Fresh air healthy exercise
Dust sprinkled on snow
Would his children rise up to the dare and defiance? Could they respect final wishes? Was it one step too far? Had it been jest and on whom was the joke? Strides upon strides they stumbled to the top of the world. Caressed their blisters and bridged ascent in meaning and closure.
Serene harmony
Stunning demise flying high
Carbon clouds condensed
It is so true that good mothers are rare.
In the furious face of hunger,
And in the ferocious jaws of sickness
You have always been near.
Mami Owon,
This verse could have been a salutation,
Expressing my love for you,
Or to seek help from you,
But it is not.
O! My dear mother,
I am penning this down in your absence
Now that death has snatched you from us.
I wish this was in your hands
And not in the hands of some strangers
Reading through this poetic letter,
Making meaning of my poetic intents,
Scanning through carved words-
Expressing human futility.
Now that your sleep
When November was just five days old
Has caused us to weep
The thought of you
Reminds me of my promise
My dear mother
Iya mi Owon
I have never written you words
To express how much I appreciated you,
The confidence I had in you
And how strong you had been in times of adversity.
I am left with no options
But to pen this at your demise.
I remember that market place,
I remember that Night
And I still remember that day,
But all these good I cannot pay you back.
I remember that puddle
Even though you thought I was far too young to recollect.
All that pains and trauma
My mind still replays the drama.
Omo Olumo
Omo Lisabi
One when angry
Scolds you with prayers,
One who beats with her right hand,
And draws you nearer with her left.
Mami Owon
I have tried in my little way
To be the best that I can,
I have come to realise,
That all the debts I owe you
None I was able to repay
And even in our differences,
And in the moments of pain
Your courage, and your kind heart
And your hope in God
Were your last breath.
Here we are moving on
Knowing not when we shall pay our final price,
Here we are still hoping,
Hoping for a cure,
And hoping for the winds of success
To take us from here to there.
But the truth remains,
We were helpless
To save you from the cruel hands of death
But God alone knows better.
"Has solitude ever led your steps down a forest path . . . "
The mountains are calling me, and I must go and venture outside
I get a tingling in my stomach followed by a memory imprint
Hiking was a meaningful part of my life that I’m afraid has died
Trails and long-distance walks innately like a vortex I was drawn
I strolled along some of the most Linda, Chula, and Buena Vistas
Twisty Canyons I trekked, climbing on days of daunting dusty sands
Hair-raising steep slopes so high I crawled ascending on my hands
Forestry paths I reflect on, missing the woodsy mist and earthy smells
Bone trail pumas and cayotes to be wary of, there was no buffer
I have trodden the main trail as I lead myself into a tranquil meditation
Began my journey by giving thanks and with an informal salutation
I meditated mostly on the Indigenous journey of many sorrows
I imagined what hell it was for the man, woman and their child
Mile after mile day after day, by night besieged, saw no tomorrows
Endlessly they marched far away from their own land evergreen sublime,
Known as “The Trail Of Tears” that lead to a promised land of all time
As their bodies fell embracing the earth after hardships suffered
One by one with their dying breath, their spirits finally were set free
How I long to re-visit the colorful mountains I loved and knew so well
They kept me of sound mind and body and soul, I long for their song What had made me strong now feels so far away I wonder is it gone?
I love many things about stunning spring
like the small fledglings taking to the wing,
as it's time for them to fly from their nest
mother nature's great, we truly are blessed!
A time for renewal and of rebirth,
as green seedlings appear through the damp earth
Tiny newborn lambs gambol in the fields,
I adore everything each springtime yields
Gold daffodils dance on a zephyr breeze,
and cherry blossoms cascade from the trees
I breathe in the scent of bluebell flowers,
which raise their heads after sudden showers
Our spirits rise after winter's dark days,
for the spring season I've nothing but praise!
Breath of Spring Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Submitted to sonnet salutation poetry contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
AWARDED POTD 3/12/21
03/10/21
Mother Teresa, I salute thee!
Thou art,a pious soul and
Indeed God's chosen messenger
and harbinger of hope to millions
of suffering downtrodden -
destitute women,orphaned children
Sick men and women and lepers
whom the society hated to see even;
The gentle touch of thine hands
healed their sufferings and gave them
A ray of hope to live and self-assurance;
And indeed you've performed miracles
Which the Pope has recognized, and of
which in your noble life time
You never even spoke or mentioned
And that speak volumes of your humility;
And you lived a glorious life of selfless service
To the uncared for poor and innocent humans
And I look forward to the day
The great church of God bestows
Sainthood on thee so that the world
would soon remember thee as Saint Theresa
God's chosen soul and saint of the twentieth century
I salute thee Mother Teresa!
Fragile Steps
Fragile feet broken-in, glass slippers
waltzing through the ballroom.
The sweep of a cerulean gown,
charming, with angel wings.
~
Broken inside, fatherless, feathers
fall around her - weeping. Bullies - dressed
like sisters, tango around her tresses.
Pulling...teasing, stepmother leading.
Ribbons unwound.
~
Her pulse exulting, as the prince
whirls her around the room.
Jealous fans, fluttering, like eyelashes,
in time to the music, unmoved.
~
Scheming scorn of familial-pretense.
Sorrowful chores meant to torture
and keep her fragile heart inside,
as they depart for the Prince’s ball.
~
Her reflection, rare in beauty
shines in precious glass
of chandelier, as if
she, was its magnificent light source.
~
Sitting amidst the cinders,
cold wind rinses the ashes
from her countenance.
A grand dame stands before her.
Salutation of wand.
~
Dizzy and drawn
out into the lovely gardens,
the Prince kisses her tender lips.
Impression of charm and lost slipper
as midnight comes and goes.
~
She steps breathless
into a pumpkin-colored carriage.
The grand dame kisses her cheek,
“You shall see him again”
~
Furious and frenetic,
the “Steps” return,
mocking the humble jewel
who scrubs their smudges from the floor.
~
Shrieking glass falls
as the stepmother’s fortune crashes.
For the Prince comes bearing tidings -
holding a serendipitous glass slipper.
One sister’s feet too long.
The other sister’s feet too fat.
But Ella’s feet, slide in like butter,
and the engagement ring
upon her fragile fingers,
ensure no one will bully her anymore.
~
The kingdom’s token subjects
in that small room,
bow their noses to the ground.
Fragile minds
forfeit
their happily ever after.
10/16/2017
Contest: Fragile
The dreaded news came from his Uncle Sam with a nice salutation:
"Greetings, Nephew! I need you to help defend the nation!"
He pleaded with the draft board but they turned a deaf ear.
"Your claim of hereditary hang nails won't do, now get outta here!"
At Fort Bleak, the sergeant said, "Your army career has just begun!
Forget Mom, Dad and Maggie Mae, you belong to me now, my son!
Just pay attention, keep your mouth shut, don't give me any sass;
Keep your brogans shined, weapon cleaned, always salute the brass!"
The clothes they issued didn't fit, he looked a terrible disgrace!
His shoes were so big, that in them he could do an about face!
Herded to the barber, he was shorn of all his hair!
Two hours in the army and already sick of the entire affair!
He presented both arms to the medics for numerous injections.
His trembling nude body was subjected to minute inspections.
At last thro' the induction line, his head reeling and spinning!
No sympathy from the sergeants - they just stood there grinning!
The baffled recruit marched to the mess for the evening repast.
Gravy on toast and figs on a steel tray left him hungry and aghast!
The sergeants finally let him collapse in his welcoming cot,
Completely befuddled and bewildered by his hapless lot!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Right Reserved)